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shoyoist · 1 year

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rekha :(((( just to torture ourselves what kind of angsty scenario do you imagine would bring hanma to tears if he’s in a relationship with you? sobs or is it only the death of those few he cares about that can break a man like him :(((( bye i’m so sad over him now pls

content: fem!reader (feat. my selfship content), established marriage, papa! shuji, angst. accidental pregnancy. mention of not wanting kids, family-related insecurities. thank you for indulging me rivvy<3

note: ok listen! i've been thinking about this all day. shuji isn't much of a crier, but when he does cry, it's over the people he loves.

shuji always says to you that he doesn't wanna have kids. and hey, you're cool with that. you don't need kids to make a family and a home with him.

just the two of you is plenty enough<33

but you get one accidental pregnancy after the other, and you find yourselves with two or three kids that shuji ends up loving more than life itself.

he jokes to you every now and then about how he doesn't know why he was so apprehensive about the idea before.

he's so happy! he loves his little kids, they share his and your features so evenly, their bubbly giggling at his silly faces are so adorable, taking care of them is so fun and god, he's just so full of love and joy.

until he's painfully reminded of why he didn't want to have kids— when they grow older and their personalities start clashing with his.

as a father, shuji jumps from too easygoing to too overprotective real quick. he finds something like their secret cigarette stash, that they've been drinking at parties, or they miss a curfew or two and it gets him irrationally mad at them — and when shuji's angry, he yells </3

he's just concerned for his kids because he knows full well what a reckless, dangerous childhood is like. and while he wants to be the chill parent so bad, he gets scared sometimes.

and his fear for his kids' safety comes out as anger and yelling. and his kids take after him, so his anger only makes their tempers flare up — which often results in a shouting match between father and children.

and while shuji tries to stay kind, sometimes, his kids say the meanest things at him.

(credits to my gf for these lines btw! this is actually from my selfship 🤭) one time, shuji is trying to confiscate his son's phone and ground him for a bit for staying out of the house a whole day and night after a prior argument, and it goes like this ↓

“give me your phone”

“what the fuck, you're not serious- i'm a grown ass adult!”

“give me your phone. you're not fucking grown. you're grounded, and i'm keeping tabs on you from here on out. now hand it over or i swear to god, i will take it from you”

his tone is threatening enough, and your son has no choice but to hand over his phone and shuji shuts it down and pockets it.

your son hisses under his breath like “this is bullshit”

and shuji retorts with a “this is how being a parent is”

and then his son says, in the meanest tone he could muster— “yeah, because you and mom were sooo smart for having so many fucking kids while being world's most wanted.”

and for a tense moment, there's a silence before shuji just heads to the front door and his shoes on, takes helmet and jacket and storms out, slamming the door shut behind him. he drives somewhere like yokohama wharf and just. breaks down and cries. all by himself. imagine ;( </3

he lights himself a smoke for the first time in years, tears rolling down his cheek and hanging for a moment at his jaw before they fall and stain his jeans with tears, and he's just wondering if he's a good father at all in the end.

he cries and cries and cries— and when he finally comes home to you late at night after everyone else has gone to bed, his eyes are puffy and red, and his hair is dishevelled. he looks so sad.

and when you hold out your arms for a hug, this big, 6'6 (because he was 6'4 at age 16. he's grown at least a couple of inches since then!) tall man, smelling of cigarettes and tears in his leather jacket and ripped jeans just slumps into you, his wife that he loves so much and just wants to be good to.

he's silent as you lead him to bed and help him undress, and while you're in bed, wrapped up in eachother's arms under the blankets, he asks you in a raspy, hoarse whisper, “am i... am i a good father to the kids, baby?”

and god, you kiss him, kiss his forehead and his face and his hair and you tell him yes, yes shuji you're such a good father to our children, and you're so good to me! so good to me and so good to the kids, shuji. you're okay.

he can't help but cry again after he hears that. he cries quietly but he sobs out loud, body racking and shaking your shoulders along with his own each time he takes a ragged breath in.

shuji knows he's not a family man. but god, god he wants to be one so bad. he wants to be good, for you and for his children that he loves so fucking much. and it makes him cry, whenever his fear overtakes him and convinces him that he may not be enough.

#‶｡ଘ.*+ — [ loveletter ].#‶｡ଘ.*+ — from : [ river! ].#OOPS THIS GOT SO LONG! HAHA 💀#okayy since it's my selfship i'll turn off rbs #but yes! i hope you enjoy the read river 😭💖#hanma x reader #hanma angst #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers x reader

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strawchocoberry · 29 days

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THAT PUSSY KILL BE SO VICIOUS

୨୧ featuring: welt yang, sunday, jing yuan, aventurine x fem reader

ଘ cw: smut, dubcon, dacryphilia, edging, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, nipple play, choking, manhandling, public sex, rough sex

୨୧ synopsis: keep your mouth shut and let him take his frustration out on you

ଘ wc: 2.4k

ʚ WELT YANG ɞ

Welt isn’t the type to get easily angered. It would be foolish to anger him, though. Depending on the situation, he has a few tricks up his sleeve to deal with it. There are times, however, when he is just beyond angered. He’s brimming with madness. And there is only one way to make him calm down and not pull a black hole on everyone, destroying everything in the immediate vicinity.

“Ah, Mr Yang!” You smile as you see him in the corridor of the Passenger Cabin, just outside of his room. “I was wondering if you could—”

Before you can even finish your sentence, Welt grabs your wrist and pushes you into his room, slamming you on the door. You turn over your shoulder to look at him confused and your eyes widen when you notice the shimmering anger burning fiercely in his eyes. You gulp, wondering what could have happened to make him so mad.

“Sorry, little one.” His tone is cold and dark. He takes his glasses off, leaving them on the desk on his right. His body pins you to the door, his hand choking your neck, as he grinds himself on your arse. “But right now, I need you to be a good girl and don’t make any noise.”

Welt is quick with freeing his cock from the confines of his trousers. He lifts your skirt to your waist and slides your panties to the side, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. You bite your lip, squirming as he holds you in place. He kisses your neck, as he rubs his hard cock on your entrance. “This is going to hurt, but I cannot bother with foreplay right now.” He kisses your cheek, then covers your mouth with his palm. “Forgive me, little one.”

He thrusts inside you hard, going all the way in, before he starts pounding into you like a maniac. You scream against his hand, tears streaming down your face at the ferocity of his thrusts. You’re certain that if anyone were to walk by in the corridor, they would be able to hear the brutal slap of skin on skin.

Your back arches, as Welt pulls your head back. Still ravaging your poor little pussy, he looks into your eyes. Usually he would be angered by the rivers of tears streaming down your cheeks, but not this time. He still feels bad for hurting you right now, but you and he both know that it’s either you he takes his anger out on or the universe. And let’s be honest, you do enjoy yourself right now, despite the initial pain of his penetration.

His free hand is holding onto your waist tightly, slamming your hips against his. Your legs shake as he brings you to orgasm within minutes. Even so, Welt doesn’t stop. He fucks you through your orgasm and eventually reaches his own, filling up your pussy with his seed. He doesn’t stop then either. He kisses your forehead as your muffled cries mix with his grunts.

Orgasm after orgasm, he’s making a mess out of the both you. It’s unbefitting of him, Welt knows that. But your tight pussy is the only thing that can purge the burning rage within him. He’ll make it up to you later. He always does, after all. But for now, he decides to act a bit selfish and use you as he pleases. As he bites down on your neck and dig his fingers into the soft flesh of your hip, after at least four orgasms, he does start to feel better.

For good measure, Welt wrenches two more orgasms from your body, before his thrusts slow down. He removes his hand from your mouth, knowing you’re too exhausted right now to make any sound. Your heavy breath echoes in the room along with his. A low moan escapes your lips when he pulls his cock out of your pussy, your mixed arousals dripping down between your legs.

You can barely stand, supporting yourself on the door. Welt tucks himself back in his trousers, then picks you up in his arms and carries you to his personal bathroom, carefully lowering you into the tub and running you a warm bath. You hum relieved at the warm water enveloping your body.

“So, what did you want to ask me?”

“I forgot,” you giggle.

ʚ SUNDAY ɞ

You know from the moment he calls you, barking “Come. Now” that Sunday is in an awful mood. You immediately drop everything and hurry to his office. You don’t bother knocking at his door and just open it. The whole room is a mess, papers scattered all over the place, fragments of a broken vase at a corner, you take note not to step on.

Cautiously, you approach him, who’s looking outside the window. “Sunday?”

He turns towards you, a small smile curling up on his lips. “Oh, you’re here, angel.”

“What happened—”

You scream as Sunday bends you over his desk without so much as a warning. He hastily removes your clothes, leaving you naked under his malicious gaze. He kisses your neck, shoulder and back, his hands cupping your breasts, groping them and pinching your nipples. An involuntary moan escapes your lips, making him smirk.

“No, talking,” he whispers in your ear, as he unbuttons his trousers. “Spread your legs for me, angel.” When you don’t immediately obey, he slaps your thighs apart. “Spread them,” he repeats in an authoritative tone.

This isn’t, of course, your first rodeo. It doesn’t mean that Sunday doesn’t make your entire body shudder as he thrusts inside your pussy. His thrusts are slow at first, yet violent, shaking the entire desk and forcing the air out of your lungs. And yet your greedy, masochistic pussy loves it, clenching around his cock so hard, he needs to put more force to move. It feels as if he’s splitting you in half.

Sunday picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of your now dripping pussy at a demonic speed, penetrating you deep, having you squirm underneath him. You can barely muffle your moans by biting your lip, but he couldn’t care less if you’re heard right now. All that matters to him is getting rid of all his frustrations.

You gasp when his fingers start rubbing your clit, your body tensing in his arms as your orgasm approaches. You’re so close to tasting the sweet nectar of bliss when Sunday slows down his pace, before stopping altogether with his cock buried in your pulsing cunt. You turn to look at him over your shoulder, irritation written all over your face and he can’t help but chuckle at your cute expression.

“You’re so adorable all angered, angel,” he coos, his dark gaze devouring you whole. He starts rocking his hips once more, hitting your g spot time and again to make you moan and whimper. He leans over your shoulder, his right arm slipping underneath your body to grope your breast. “But you’re not cumming until I say so.”

The thing about Sunday is that even if you’re not the one who has wronged him, you’re still the one getting punished. He will eventually deal with the real pain in his arse, but for now, the easiest and perhaps safest way to vent his anger is by punishing his little angel, namely you. Each whiny little whimper he draws out of you with each denied orgasm feeds his sadistic ego, pacifying his wrath.

Your mind is lost in all your denied pleasure. You’re so gone, you can barely complain anymore. And that’s his cue for Sunday to finally allow you to cum. If he’s being honest, he has calmed down for a while now, but you couldn’t possibly expect him to drop his little game with his favourite toy, could you?

When your orgasm floods your body, you scream his name so loud, you’re certain everyone in Penacony heard you. Sunday cannot help but smirk, marvelling at the way your body spasms from the intensity of your orgasm. He can never think of a better way to ease his rage than this.

ʚ JING YUAN ɞ

Everyone flinches as the General passes them by, his irritation heavy in the air. Nobody dares block his way nor talk to him. There is a high possibility of ending up dead if they do. Even Yanqing changes paths, thinking that he can always come back later to challenge his master in a duel.

Jing Yuan walks into his bedchamber and he’s thankful you’re already there. He wouldn’t be able to wait a moment longer. Immediately, he attacks you, turning you to him and devouring your lips, sucking your very soul out of your body. His hands grope your arse cheeks, his fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt.

He lifts you in his arms, carrying you over and throwing you in his bed, before hovering over you. He’s like a wild lion, out to torment a poor little prey because someone enraged him. And that’s exactly what he’s doing right now. When you try to wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer, he harshly pins them down the mattress, while pressing his knee on your clothed pussy, making you whimper in your kiss.

The next moment, Jing Yuan flips you over, pushing your face into the mattress, as he lifts your hips up. He rips your clothes to shreds, his hands hungrily roaming and groping every part of your body, relishing on your squirming form underneath him. You gasp when he pounds into you, stretching you out to accommodate his entire length. “Fuck,” he groans.

Each thrust is more vicious than the previous. You hug one of his pillows and bury your head in it, muffling your screams and whimpers, tears staining it. Jing Yuan couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. The feeling of sliding his cock in and out of your pulsing core is making him slowly forget about all the trouble that enraged him in the first place.

He feasts on your trembling form beneath him, spanking your arse just to hear your cute, surprised yelps. It’s intoxicating him. He lies on top of you, still making you go dumb on his cock, and wraps his arm around your neck, while the other grabs on your breasts. You come undone right then and there and he can’t help but smirk. “My cute little kitten,” Jing Yuan coos in your ear.

He nibbles the soft flesh of your neck, curving his mark, as he chases after his own orgasm. But just one time is not enough to quench his thirst for blood. Like a savage lion, he doesn’t plan on releasing you any time soon, holding you tightly in his arms, as he brings you closer to another orgasm. Even when you complain about being sensitive after three more orgasms, Jing Yuan relentlessly pounds into you, filling you up with all his seed until he’s satisfied.

In-between of his ferocious thrusts, he kisses your lips, showing you some semblance of gentleness, not wishing to break you too fast or else he will be in need of another target to vent. And there’s nobody who can satiate him as well as you. You can feel every inch of him as he’s now slowed down to delay your next orgasm. Yet you’re so sensitive that you’re on the verge of cumming once more.

ʚ AVENTURINE ɞ

You had the feeling that you’d end up like this from the moment the meeting began. You could just tell that someone would anger your superior and you’d be the one to clean up the mess. And you were right.

The moment everyone disappears from the meeting room, Aventurine motions you to approach him. His darkened gaze dares you to disobey. When you’re close enough to him, he sits you on his lap, your thighs on either side of his, as you look into his eyes. He takes your chin in his forefinger and thumb and crushes his lips on yours, his tongue penetrating your mouth without warning.

Your body arches to him, your breasts flattening against his chest. He slaps your arse, making your jolt and whimper in your kiss. Aventurine ignores it. His hand slides underneath your skirt, pulling your panties to the side and sliding two fingers inside you. “Oh, what’s this? You’re already wet? Did you fantasise about this during the meeting?” Of course you did. You knew it was coming and couldn’t help your mind wandering off down a dark rabbit hole.

Fumbling with his belt, you pull his trousers and underwear down. He strokes his cock, rubbing the tip on your wet folds before thrusting inside. His head falls back at the tightness and warmth enveloping him. Aventurine holds your hips as he slams you down his girth, his cock reaching deep within you, while you hold onto his shoulders to support yourself.

You feel a bit uneasy having sex in the meeting room, knowing that someone can easily walk in on you, but you’re more worried about your superior right now. Besides, if a fool does come in, they’re going to fall prey to Aventurine’s rage.

Aventurine tears your shirt apart, sending buttons flying all over the room. He doesn’t bother removing your bra and just pulls it down. Your breasts bounce in rhythm with your movements. He takes them in his hands, running his thumbs over your hardened nipples. He leans down and takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting on it, as you move up and down his length.

When your movements slow down, Aventurine raises an eyebrow in question, tilting his head on your chest. His right hand delivers a harsh spank on your arse, the stinging pain making your pussy clench around his cock. “Did I tell you to slow down?” He doesn’t wait for your answer before he’s thrusting up inside you.

You cover your mouth with your hand, yet your muffled moans are enough to make him cum inside you. His warm seed fills you up as he continues fucking you time and again. Your little mishap results in Aventurine denying your orgasm till you have begged him enough. Seeing you so desperately pleading him for release lights up his mood. He doesn’t plan on letting you cum yet, wanting to hear you beg more, but he will, eventually.

#୨୧｡˚₊♡꒰ strawchocoberry ꒱♡₊˚｡୨୧ #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #welt yang #welt yang x reader #welt yang smut #sunday #sunday x reader #sunday smut #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan smut #aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine smut

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giamee · 1 year

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— 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♡

ଘ what should you do if you were to encounter a DAMSEL who is oblivious and innocent at any given time, and unconcerned and unfeeling in ANY GIVEN SITUATION?

ᥫ᭡ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓

⤷ she hold me down like gravity

⤷

ᥫ᭡ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋

⤷ moonlight on the river

⤷ house of balloons

⤷ eat it 'til your teeth rot

ᥫ᭡ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

⤷

ᥫ᭡ 𝐖𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒

⤷

ᥫ᭡ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

⤷ wanna get drunk 'n nasty

⤷ how they help you during exam season

⤷ i like the way you kiss me

ᥫ᭡ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

⤷ summer lovin'

⤷ all i think about now

⤷

ଘ with your conscience, i would STAY AWAY from her

#🪽 NAVI #genshin impact x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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tomurasurinal · 2 years

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Always, Forever

Megumi x GN! Reader

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Yandere! GN! Reader

Genre: Horror + Dark Content- Minors Do Not Interact

Word Count: 1,097

Warnings: Aged up characters, blood, death, gore, violence, yandere, toxic behavior

Authors note: This is a polished version of last years Megumi fic ❤️ enjoy a second time everyone, thank you for reading ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

The sun had already set when I left the department store. The harsh winter air slapping my face makes my cheeks sore and my nose raw. I lost track of time during my errand today. I need to get home as soon as possible, Megumi doesn’t like when I’m gone too long and I don't want to upset him.

I get lost in the crunching sounds my boots make as I walk home through the snow. I can’t help but get caught up in how much I love him. He’s such an amazing boyfriend. He always makes sure the house is taken care of, keeping our shared home safe from anyone. He never does anything to anger me. Compared to any ex-boyfriend he is a saint. An upgrade from any man before constantly reminding me that I made the perfect choice when dating him. He’s very quiet and to himself but his gestures show how much he loves me.

My heart is fluttering in my chest as I approach my front door. The bitter cold has numbed my fingertips causing me to struggle to put my keys into the lock. Making my way through the threshold I am greeted by the dark living room and deafening silence. I gag at the foul smell filling the room. I take another curious sniff trying to pinpoint the rancid smell. My saliva goes thick with nausea. Rotting. That’s all I can get before wanting to vomit. Did I forget to take the trash out before leaving the house today? I shrug and light a candle hoping it will disguise any more smells as I tip-toe my way to my room.

The moonlight streams through my open curtain illuminating Megumi's peaceful face. I can’t help but wait in the doorway admiring his beauty for a moment longer. Even when sleeping he smiles ever so softly I can feel the corners of my mouth perking up to mirror him. Looking around our room I see everything is spotless and in place. He kept the house in tip-top shape while I was gone. For such a stoic man he sure knows how to make me feel cherished with the smallest gestures.

My mind clouds with sour thoughts for a moment though. I think about how things weren’t always so carefree with him. To think there was even a time when he didn’t realize how much he loved me? How absurd. There was no way I’d let that continue. No one could love him like me. I treat him better than anyone possibly could. He loves me now though, and I love him. Oh so very much. All he needed was some help realizing it. His friends were no help to our situation. But I made sure to take care of them. He wouldn't miss them for long anyway since he had me. I’d be anything he needed me to be. A best friend, a lover, a mother figure if he needed it.

He’s always been such a guarded person. It was easy getting him to agree to a date but he never let himself be vulnerable around me. Every time I thought I’d make progress tearing down the walls he built them back up. But lucky for him, I’m very patient and I knew he was worth the effort.

Dating Megumi felt like constantly being on cloud nine. I felt unstoppable. That was until one day he asked me to take a break. He had come over looking so broken I knew something was wrong immediately. Taking my hands in his own he started talking but I stopped listening. I took in his face and noticed how tired he looked. The bags under his eyes deepened every time I saw him and I can tell he had been crying. Nothing had been the same between us since they found Yuuji and Nobara’s bodies in the river. I only picked up on every other word he said as his eyes swelled with tears. Something about just needing to be alone for a little, to process everything that’d happened. Why would he need to be alone? I nodded my head in understanding and rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand trying to bring him some sort of comfort.

He quickly made his way for the door but I was faster. With his back to me, I took the opportunity to slam the hammer I hid between my cushions to the back of his head as hard as I could.

He couldn’t leave me.

He can’t leave me.

He’s my Megumi.

We’re so in love.

Blood was everywhere I looked. Slowly seeping its way into my plush carpet. The smell made me feel sick to my stomach. The bile reached the back of my throat threatening to spill out but I forced it back down the best I could. I planned to just knock him unconscious so he wouldn’t leave but I guess I didn’t know my strength because I spent the rest of the night cleaning my soulmate's brains off my living room wall.

Thing’s got better as time went on. He’s not as talkative anymore but he’s here with me now, where he belongs. He’s still the amazing boyfriend I’ve loved since day one.

It’s been a few weeks since the whole ordeal. Today marked our seven-month anniversary.

I drag his cold stiff body to the living room where I’ve set everything up. His skin is bruised from where I grabbed him. His beautiful face is starting to bloat and become discolored with decay but I can’t stop myself from kissing him gently on the cheek. His skin is cold and stiff under my warm lips. His thick lashes sit long and pretty giving him an ethereal look. ‘What an angel’, I think to myself. As I pull away from our kiss I can smell him. It makes me gag on instinct. The rotting smell had been him. The smell of his rotting flesh is almost unbearable but I manage. A little stink never hurt anyone.

I grab my bag and dig out a cupcake. It’s a replica of the cupcake Megumi got us to share on our one-month anniversary. A simple vanilla cupcake with a pink vanilla buttercream decorated with a candied strawberry. I adorn it with a black candle as per tradition. An anniversary wish we make together. I lay my head onto his stiff shoulder and whisper lovingly into his ear.

“Make a wish, Gumi. I love you.”

We blow the candle out together and the room goes dark.

#megumi x y/n #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk x reader #megumi x you #gore tw #toxic behavior tw #horror tw #horror fic #horror #yandere #yandere tw #death tw #blood tw #dark content tw #halloween fic

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hesitationss · 10 months

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i'm hoping to do pitching events and apply for creator grants soon, so i'm asking a bunch of friends for feedback plus i am curious to see which idea tumblr likes too! i'm currently trying to figure out which one to focus on since they are all at similar stages of development. if you want, you can also share your thoughts about why you picked the one you did! descriptions for each concept under the cut.

Dirty River

Pitch: During the occupation period, a 16 year old is living with her mom in a pacified village where the military force is stationed to crush the guerilla army. After a near death experience in a the nearby river, a ghost-like monstrosity begins to torment the occupying imperialists.

Comp: Pan’s Labyrinth dir. Guillermo Del Toro x Spirited Away (Studio Ghibli) x ATLA (blood bending and painted lady episodes)

Audience & Genre : Young Adult with some mature themes (poverty, war, death) | Horror (Ghost story, Folk Horror), Drama, Historical Fiction.

Extra Info: Takes place in a mountain village in fictious 1940s china. the monster is a ghost woman made of eels. plot b is that the protagonist is being pressured into marriage, in a sense, the vengeful eel woman is her saviour. it's partly a retelling of puteri gunung ledang who made impossible requests of a sultan because she was not allowed to formally refuse his advances.

Swimming Lessons

Pitch: Elementary school student Winny Yee has been signed up for swimming lessons after her family receives a low-income qualifying membership at the YMCA. Attempting to recover from almost a decade of failed swimming attempts, she takes her first kicks and tries not to sink.

Comp: This One Summer by Mariko and Jillian Tamaki x Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson and [GN adaption artist] Emily Carroll

Audience & Genre: Middle Grade w slightly mature themes (poverty, social anxiety, puberty, gender) | Social Realism, Coming of Age

Extra Info: Winny has an undiagnosed developmental disorder that is somewhat mild so she doesn't receive support which is why she feels she is always "behind". Mature themes include things like growing boobs, precocious puberty from implied family and poverty stress and feeling anxious about occupying a changing body. Set in the Pairies.

Summer Flood

Pitch: Chinese-Canadian coming of age family drama - At the start of summer, 20 year old Kiana Hom and her family move back to her childhood home to care for her ailing grandfather after a frightening trip to the emergency room.

Comp: Bone by Faye Myenne Ng x This One Summer by Mariko and Jillian Tamaki x Driveways dir. Andrew Ahn

Audience & Genre: Young Adult/Adult | Coming of Age, Family Drama, Social Realism, Multicultural

Extra Info: Social realism topics include eviction, micro-agression from White Canadians, their elderly Indigenous neighbour being neglected by Accessible Transit, medical care neglect, mother-daughter tension, but overall learning to adapt and find joy despite adversity. Set in the prairies, like 2006?. Basically: cleaning up your hoarder grandfather's neglected house which is your childhood home and the memories that accompany that.

Skinning House

Pitch: Late 80’s - Childhood friends are re-united when Lucy’s neighbourhood is displaced from gas leak explosions. The large house of her family’s friend is one of both magic and horrors. Featuring - Witches, werewolves, queerness, hauntings/gothic themes, romance, coming of age.

Comp: Tithe by Holly Black x Mooncakes by Wendy Xu & Suzanne Walker x Mamo by Sas Milledge

Audience & Genre: Young Adult | Coming of Age, Fantasy, Horror/Gothic themes, Urban Fantasy

Extra Info: Lucy is the protag, but her childhood friend Cam is being magically tortured by their father who treats them like an animal since their mom (witch) turned them into a werewolf and went missing. Lucy, also a witch, is being hunted by something inside the house. Late 80's in a developing prairie city beginning just before winter.

thanks!!!! <333

#no rbs pls !!#if you took the time to read all of that... thank you!!!#okay getting ready for bed now!!

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theoncelerishot · 2 years

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lovesick- hisoka x reader

Summary: Hisoka is much like a river, always in motion, never staying in one place, and always containing different water. You never step in the same river twice, after all. Sometimes, though, he gently sweeps you along with him and his antics.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ʰⁱⁱ, ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ. ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒᵒ. ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ "ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵃʷᶠᵘˡˡʸ ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢⁱᶜᵏ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ᵇʸ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏᵖⁱⁿᵏ.." ˢᵒ ʸᵉᵃʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ. ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ଘ⁽੭﹡ˊᵕˋ⁾੭﹡ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵒᶜ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ. ʰᵉˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ/ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ, ⁱ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵍⁱᶻᵉ

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It wasn't often when Hisoka was gentle with you. Treating you as if you were some fragile breakable toy.

He liked to play rough, and you were open to that. You liked it too. But you also liked when you two shared sweet intimate moments that'll leave your stomach bustling with butterflies.

The idea of holding each other on a high building in Yorknew, him lightly tracing hearts and diamonds onto the sleeve of your arm might not seem intimate to some. But to you, it's all you could ever ask for.

Him drawing on your limb leaving your skin in more goosebumps than the chilly air left originally. His long claws could tear through your flesh if he weren't to be so gentle, and your stomach twisted in happiness realizing that him being gentle was a conscious decision. You liked to think that Hisoka truly did care for you.

The city seems so perfect from up there, astigmatism blurring all the colorful lights, the beeping and horns from the vehicles, the raw air hitting your face, leaving your eyes dry, and all the buildings stretching on for miles.

Hearing Hisoka hum under his breath while viewing all the skyscrapers has your head spinning. Looking up at him with heart eyes, wishing you could see this side of him more often.

His eyes meet yours, smiling. You can’t tell if it’s a mischievous smirk or if it’s a genuine smile. Perhaps both.

“What's going on in that head of yours?" He asks while tapping your forefront, taking a short break from drawing on your arm.

“Nuthin.. Just thinking about all the lives down there," you say back at him, looking down at all the cars. Truth be told, did you really want Hisoka to know how much joy he brought you? He’s not entirely evil but he’s also a wild card. Maybe he would disappear for a month to make you yearn for him even more.

He follows your eyes, looking down at all the restless lives.

"It's crazy, isn't it? How there are so many other lives than just mine and yours. ♦"

"Yeah, it is. It makes my head hurt thinking that everyone has their own mind." you giggle, unconsciously pushing yourselves further into each other.

Hisoka chuckles, holding you tighter while looking up into the starry night. You snuggle back into his chest, rubbing your head against him gently, much like a clingy cat.

Maybe it's all just for a moment, but these times become treasured memories, knowing that Hisoka will revert to his usual jagged personality the next day.

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Week 6: Devising logbooks ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

11/11/2021 Tom's lesson

Tasks:

Working with Dom on the chapter task!

Idea: thought we could play around with the deception of gravity of the chair as we tell the story

In this lesson, we were still working on our group projects. Since we already sorted out the introduction to our script on Monday, we were able to use this lesson to the fullest practically! ଘ(੭ ᐛ )♡

Notes for today

Puppetry with Dom - especially with 'You might as well say I see what I eat' section of the chapter

Could incorporate dance into it somehow - just a thought

To show the childlike nature between the Hatter and Alice, they could play kid games like patty cake

Once we completed creating the rest of the scene, we took a recording of it. The video is available on my Vimeo account here!

Process!

While creating the piece, Dom and I came across a lot of obstacles since we kept running out of ideas to try. I think this was just because of it simply being a morning lesson. The more the day went on though, we finally came to a clearer understanding of what we wanted to achieve. I think this helped us think of things easier.

For example, when Dom tried to portray the Cheshire cat physically, I did my best to guide him on how cats tend to move. We also received help from Tom with this.

I personally didn't know how to characterise Alice though. I pushed through it since this entire project was just so we had ideas; there was no set cast. I personally found it a little awkward and not very me since I don't relate much to Alice's mannerisms.

When we did this, I pictured Alice to be panicked and animated with her gestures. Reason being is because I always imagined the characters in Wonderland to go for the extremes when it comes to any thing they do and Alice being here for as long as she has been at this point must've taken this on herself.

I also felt like this vocally too. I very much wanted to explore my range and deliverance with the lines, but I didn't know how to achieve that without it sounding forced and artificial. While doing this, I kept going back to the way the traditional Alice would've behaved and spoke so I adopted words she may have used and a similar sentence structure. I think if others were to use this, I'd alter the script otherwise since constantly changing dialects and sentence structures might confuse the audience - even other actors.

I feel if I were to work on this again in future, I'd want to develop Alice's character to fit my personality more so it wouldn't feel so fake to me and I could have more fun with it! :D

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Tim's lesson

Tasks:

Continuing to work on our project

Viewpoints training - shape river exercise

did that viewpoints training thing focusing on tempo and duration

did this exercise called shape river - explain it n shi

To start off the lesson, we took part in a Viewpoint exercise called Shape river! The process of this exercise is that the ensemble would enter the circle they created one by one and use their body and create whatever shape their impulses push them to create in response to the music. I enjoyed this exercise because it encouraged me to do what I felt like doing without the fear of judgement. I usually think of how I can express myself with music all the time since music is a big part of my life as well. Being able to do this exercise allowed me to pretty much just be myself!

After this, we broke off into our groups again to continue working on our pieces. Since Dom and I were finished with what we made earlier by this lesson, all we did was continue to rehearse it over and over.

Once we were satisfied, we moved onto creating something else!! We looked at something from later chapters in the story of 'Alice in wonderland' and Dom mentioned how appealing 'The lobster's quadrille' chapter looked to him. I never heard of a quadrille before and neither did he, so we looked it up on the internet and we instantly had an idea to incorporate a dance section into the play!

We rehearsed the quadrille dance and used this video on YouTube as our reference!

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12/11/2021 Tim's class

Tasks:

Continuing with rehearsals

In this lesson we recapped what we made earlier today and altered a few things. Instead of using a chair, we substituted it for a block and this was the lesson that we came up with the idea of looping the end and the begging of our piece. We achieved this by adding the incorrect version of twinkle twinkle on the end of where the video leaves off. This is where we placed our puppetry idea! We made it that Dom is supposed to lull me to sleep and I pass out. When he is off stage, I wake up alert with my opening line directed to the audience. In order for the loop to make sense, we changed the opening to be me already in place, asleep and Dom's the one who enters the stage.

Once this was done, each group performed their work to each other and I took notes on our feedback and what I liked about others pieces

Feedback on me and Dom's performance:

Dom's physicality of the cat was well done; could tell he researched it

One person was always constantly moving which kept the energy up

The looping idea was really interesting

Transforming characters was well done - Dom shifting from the Cat to the Hatter

Block added another level

Progressively got darker and creepier

Familiar twinkle twinkle from the book added some vague form of comfort to the scene

Could improve the scene by exploring vocal ranges more

#unit20devising #devisinglogbooks

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